A few months ago, I was diagnosed with Stage 3 breast cancer. I have a tough journey ahead of me. I am under intensive chemotherapy; I’ve lost all my hair and I need to have a double mastectomy. My response to that is: I feel sorry for the cancer. It has no idea who it’s messing with!
My identity is not in my hair, nor in my breasts. My hair will grow back, and in the meantime, I can wear cool wigs and change hairstyle and colour from day to day. The reconstructive plastic surgeons will help me with my breasts. I will beat this, and I will continue do what I love in the meantime.
In this article, I’ll share some gems of advice I’ve cultivated over the years which, I hope, can help you through challenges like the one I’m facing right now.
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